She danced in front of the window, snowflakes glowing behind her under the streetlight. The blue silk blouse slipped off her arms and floated out of sight. Black slacks into a shadow, then the quick shiver, the beautiful awkward gesture into nakedness. Her skin startled me-- luminous or pale, depending. We didn't know each other well, but it was my turn, so I raised my arms above my head and tried to shake. We both wanted to know something about somebody. My clothes piled beneath me in a clump. The striptease didn't do much for either of us, but by then we were chilled and fell against each other's skin. Snow under streetlights landed layer upon layer. We fell forward, then fell apart against the sheets, cold again, and wet. She whispered in my ear, and I pulled the blankets up over us. I knew her name, so I whispered that.
From Night with Drive-by Shooting Stars by Jim Daniels. Copyright © 2002 by Jim Daniels. Reprinted with the permission of New Issues Press. All rights reserved.